That's what weekends are for, isn't it? At least sometimes. Maybe.
Ok, fine, we're just fat-asses. Friday nights are pizza night, but this week we had an insatiable hankering and stuffed our faces two nights in a row. My love for pizza is only surpassed by Kane's love for pizza. We'll write it off since we didn't receive our weekly pizza for the three previous weeks. Under scrutiny, this statement may be only slightly untrue due to the fact that we did obtain some low-quality, small-town pizza on our last night in
Tassie, but that hardly counts. Additionally, I have somehow managed to make it though this weekend
thus far without patronizing the
gelato stand stationed not 30 feet from our building. How that happened, I do not know.
Either way, Saddam* does make a damn good pizza-pie:
*This comparison is clearly from the days of
OG** Saddam; old, haggard, hiding-in-a-hole Saddam would require a beard and no smirk (though the neckerchief could remain).
**
OG: Original Gangster - Meaning (in this context): someone who has been around, old school gangster [
reference]
3 comments:
mmmmmmmmmmm............pizza!
I didn't know saddam was a pizza maker. He shoulda stuck with that.
Angie, can you do me a favor? Australia is about to issue stamps with the face of actress Cate Blanchett on them, and I want a couple sheets for my collection. Tell me what they cost, and I'll pay you back pronto.
Love you!
Jeffrey
Beats the hell out of that horrible Giseppie's pizza Kane touts as the best on the planet. Looks like Saddam may have a much more discerning taste than old Giseppie?
Rhonda
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